8 May 2012
My soft lips tell you every lie you could ever wish for. I am the face of death, standing behind you. You're oblivious to my ice cold breath on your neck. Run while you can.
Fear. • Opuss № I
8 May 2012
My soft lips tell you every lie you could ever wish for. I am the face of death, standing behind you. You're oblivious to my ice cold breath on your neck. Run while you can.
Fear. • Opuss № I